People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

It seems that this deity was also a lover of reggae music before becoming a god.

The level of the main body can be known from this weak divine consciousness.

Although the power of incense and faith is still good, but because there is no method of cultivation, the spiritual consciousness is extremely weak.

It's like a strong man with muscles but no way to exert his strength.

Probably any Taoist wizard can capture the real body of this god as a big ghost.

A golden light circled around Fang's left hand finger, binding the divine thought.

Easily refined.

Sure enough, the information obtained was exactly the same as the evil god in Minamikawa Keiko's house.

I also once received a misleading message.

Let them come to Japan, where they have what they need most.

But what exactly it is, cannot be known because there is not much information in the divine consciousness.

Fang Zuo walked out of the interrogation room and told everyone what he knew.

"No wonder the number of registered religions in Japan has increased dramatically in recent years," Master Hongyi nodded. "Shintoism caused the Japanese government to close the registration of foreign religions a few years ago. They must have learned something."

Shinto?

Fang Zuo frowned.

I don't really know much about these religions.

All I know is that it is a native religion of Japan.

Sakura Kurumi said softly, "The Kanda Festival in Tokyo is about to begin. It is the Shinto ritual for selecting the son of God."

Fang Zuo reacted: "The Kanda Festival that your family wants you to represent?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded and held Fang Zuo's arm tighter.

The little face leaned against Fang Zuo's shoulder: "My father came to see me, but I refused. I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. I spared them last time, and that's my bottom line."

After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi loosened her arms, jumped lightly again, and hung on Fang Zuo.

"I would like to participate in the Kanda Festival on my own behalf."

"What? You want to be the Son of God?" Fang Zuo held Yingkong Walnut horizontally.

One hand supported her neck and the other hand was between her two small and firm buttocks.

Rub two fingers on each side into the buttocks.

Yingkong Hutao's little face was close to Fang Zuo and she kept rubbing it.

Enjoying the touch.

"I also want to know why these frequent cults have to come here."

"Besides, you go undercover at the girls' school, and I go undercover at the Shinto cult."

"If you dare to play with female students and teachers, I will play with Shintoists."

Fang Zuo said helplessly, "That's not what you said when you asked me to be an undercover agent. You let me get the upper hand because I'm close to the water. And you forced me to be an undercover agent."

"I don't care, I have the final say." Yingkong Walnut gently bit Fang Zuo's earlobe with her teeth.

Exhale like a orchid.

He whispered in Fang Zuo's ear, "What if I became a goddess? Just imagine, if I were on top of her, behind her, holding her legs, and we were in front of the statue... wouldn't it feel even better?"

After she said that, her little face turned red and she started giggling.

"Then you're definitely going to be a goddess." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "That's what I said."

Master Hongyi was walking on his way back to Sensoji Temple.

After hearing a few words from the couple, I was so scared that I left immediately.

Being annoying is secondary.

The key is that they don't take Shintoism seriously at all.

What's more, she was afraid that if she continued listening, she would be silenced by that powerful man.

Just as he walked out of the police station, the spiritual power in Master Hongyi's body suddenly flashed.

[Shikigami: Eisei Kachobi] appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Are you going back like this?" [Shikigami: Eisei Kachobi] said lightly.

Master Hongyi was stunned: "I don't understand what you mean, senior."

"What are you going to say when you get back?" [Shikigami: Huishi Flower and Bird Brush] sneered, "You're not going to honestly report what just happened, are you?"

Master Hongyi showed a puzzled expression.

[Shikigami: Huishi Kanobi] sighed. This little monk has talent, but he just doesn't know how to survive.

I can only let myself, an old senior, teach me.

"You've seen how powerful that man is. Let me tell you, the realm you can imagine is not even as powerful as his fingernails."

"If he wanted to kill both of us, a thought would be enough."

"How dare you offend a man like this?"

"Just ignore all the information about this man and report the rest to Omori Masaru."

Master Hongyi remained silent.

nodded.

Fang Zuo appeared in her office holding Yingkong Kurumi.

The middle finger pointed in the middle.

Just as Yingkong Kurumi's face flushed and she pulled down the office curtain.

The app on Fang’s left hand sent a message.

Sent from the bald old man.

The message is simple…

There's news about that person.

one person.

A sword.

Chapter 75 Abe Nojaku's Attack

In a small villa area in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Takasuke Chima lay on the hall floor groaning in pain.

All his internal organs were damaged and two ribs were broken.

Blood kept flowing from his mouth.

If I had escaped a little slower, I would have been crushed into mud by the spiritual pressure.

[Shikigami: Demon King Shuten-doji] is right beside him.

He held the samurai sword in his hand and slashed it into the air casually.

A scroll with a picture of a wine gourd appeared out of thin air and was then chopped into pieces by the blade.

It turned into a liquid with spiritual power and sprinkled on Takasuke Chima's body.

Healing his damaged organs.

"Are you blaming me for not taking action?" Shuten-doji carried the samurai sword on his shoulder with a complicated expression.

Takasuke Chima, whose groans gradually subsided, remained silent.

"I was wrong this time." Shuten-doji sighed, "I was just about to come out when you activated the contract."

"But I sensed that person's aura, a familiar one."

"If I come out, not only will you be dead, but I will be dead too."

"I could only come out at the last moment and rescue you."

Takasuke Chima stopped panting, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and slowly got up.

He took out a bottle of blue liquid and drank it all.

He immediately regained much of his spirits, and his pale face regained color.

"Do you know that man?"

"I don't know him." Shuten-doji put away his katana, looked around with lingering fear, and lowered his voice: "But I am familiar with his aura. It was he who destroyed my physical body and forced me to become a shikigami."

Takasuke Senma looked at Shuten-doji in shock.

As one of the great demon kings, Shuten-doji is definitely among the strongest.

But why did he inexplicably lose his physical body and become a shikigami?

There has been no answer to this question.

Today it finally came out of his mouth.

"I don't know who he is either. I can only tell you that although we look different, our auras are the same." Shuten-doji recalled the past with a bitter expression: "He just raised his hand and a bolt of lightning shattered me to pieces."

"And the reason I was able to escape was simply because he didn't take me seriously at all, just like today."

Takasuke Chima was even more shocked.

He had thought about how powerful that man was.

But from Shuten-doji's narration, the man was beyond his imagination.

"I know what you want to do. Go find your aunt from the Reiwakai? Or the elders of your family?" Shuten-douji sneered, "I advise you to forget about this immediately and pretend nothing happened, if you still want your family to exist."

"As for that incredibly charming policewoman, although such women are rare, you should still keep your life and enjoy other women."

"Don't blame me for not warning you. If you have even the slightest thought of revenge, I will take the initiative to cut off your soul and sever your contract."

"I would rather lose some of my soul than vanish into thin air."

National Diet Building of Japan.

Abe no Suzu looked at Shiraishi Nagiko who was speaking on the stage with jealousy.

Same suit jacket, shirt and black stockings.

Same outfit for the parliamentary commute.

why?

Why does her beauty seem to grow more beautiful with each passing day?

Except for the buttocks, they are still not as big as before.

Thighs don't have their own toning.

But the skin is smoother and more delicate.

The huge breasts inside the shirt also look more elastic.

at this point.

You can tell from the way her chest rises and falls when she walks in high heels.

As a woman, I can keenly perceive this change.

This change started recently.

Not only is this woman's appearance changing, but she is also becoming more and more confident.

These political discussions have clearly overshadowed me.

If I let her continue like this, she will be the biggest stumbling block on my path to becoming prime minister.

Abe Nojaku looked deeply at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, then turned and walked out.